Here’s a classic case of a miss caused by analysis paralysis: I’ve been shooting in a summer trap league, and when I shoot from Station 5, I stand almost square to the target to give myself a better swing at the hard right angle bird. As I called for the bird during one shoot, I realized that my feet were in the wrong position, and was thinking about that instead of thinking about nothing. Did I miss? Is a pig’s butt pork? I felt a little better because one of the shooters on the squad completely lost track of what he was doing, thought we had finished, and racked his gun—until we called his attention to it.